You want me to be strong, yet all I feel is the weak, don't feel I belong, Times I cannot speak. I’m trying so hard, be a person I am not. Without any regard, just stuck in this spot. Here alone I sit, my tears, alcohol to calm, lost in the world I admit, a ticking bomb. 

© Christina M. Wilmes 


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